Leralara

I pressed once more, stained glass in hand,

listening for remnants through time-shifting sands.

At first a silence.

Graceful,

elliptical arcs

drew me in closer,

disarmed my heart.

Sought after, chased it,

checked-

reliving lived dreams.

Then, the shock,

the undoing complete

the merciless unraveling of even seams.

Now busted, now frayed,

now pieces laid bare,

gold-tipped in hue but coloured —despair,

floating, in bits.

adrift in the sea

Inanimate voices, cold echoes glitch tight,

relaying the mystery, stripped of all rights.

scuttling backwards, swallowed in night.

Nine o’clock trembles,

eleven oclock moans—

glowering, reproachful,

oscillating tomes.

The reverberation is here now, complete,

and I, forever lost, in my story of me.

(for lenore)